在充满的时候

But in a recent interview with Fox News, the president sounded diffident and nervous about his economic policy.

但最近在接受福克斯新闻网采访的时候，奥巴马总统对自己的经济政策出言谨慎，听起来充满了心虚和不安。

Not long after Christine Hassler, 33 years old, of Los Angeles landed a prestigiousand lucrativejob as a Hollywood agent, she found herself arriving at work with knots in her stomach and counting the minutes until the weekend.

今年33岁、来自洛杉矶的克里斯汀·哈斯勒在一家好莱坞代理机构谋得一份令人羡慕、报酬丰厚的职位。但是不久之后，她就发现自己每次来上班的时候总是充满不安，上班后分分秒秒都在盼望周末快点到来。

I am twenty-two blocks from where Rudolph Valentino lay in state,eight blocks from where Nathan Hale was executed,five blocks from the publisher's office where Ernest Hemingway hit Max Eastman on the nose,four miles from where Walt Whitman sat sweating out editorials for the Brooklyn Eagle,thirty-four blocks from the street Willa Cather lived in when she came to New York to write books about Nebraska,ne block from where Marceline used to clown on the boards of the Hippodrome,thirty-six blocks from the spot where the historian Joe Gould kicked a radio to pieces in full view of the public,thirteen blocks from where Harry Thaw shot Stanford White,five blocks from where I used to usher at the Metropolitan Opera and only 112 blocks from the spot where Clarence Day the elder was washed of his sins in the Church of the Epiphany(I could continue this list indefinitely);and for that matter I am probably occupying the very room that any number of exalted and somewise memorable characters sat in,some of them on hot,breathless afternoons,lonely and private and full of their own sense of emanations from without.

我是二十二个区段从哪里 Rudolph Valentino 以隆重的仪礼放置，八个区段从哪里内森猛拉被运行，来自欧内斯特海明威打击在鼻子上的最大依斯曼，四里的出版者的办公室的五个区段从哪里沃尔特惠特曼为布鲁克林鹰坐着出汗出社论，当她来了纽约有关内布拉斯加写书的时候，来自街道 Willa Cather 的三十四个区段住在，旧姓的区段从哪里用到在竞技场的董事会上的小丑的 Marceline，来自地点的三十六个区段哪里历史学家乔 Gould 踢了对民众的充足视野的块一个收音机，十三个区段从哪里哈利融解射击史丹福白色的，来自我过去一直在来自克拉伦马车日子年长者在主显节的教堂中被他的罪洗的地点的大都市的歌剧和只有 112个区段引导的地方的五个区段；(我可以不确定继续这一本目录)而且就那件事而论我正在或许占领最房间一些尊贵的和 somewise 值得纪念的个性坐在，他们其中的一些在热又喘不过气来的午后，孤单而私人而充满的他们自己散发感从没有。

Standing on the snow-covered plain, as if in a pasture amid the hills, I cut my way first through a foot of snow, and then a foot of ice, and open a window under my feet, where, kneeling to drink, I look down into the quiet parlor of the fishes, pervaded by a softened light as through a window of ground glass, with its bright sanded floor the same as in summer;there a perennial waveless serenity reigns as in the amber twilight sky, corresponding to the cool and even temperament of the inhabitants.

站在积雪的平原上，好像在群山中的牧场上，我先是穿过一英尺深的雪，然后又穿过一英尺厚的冰，在我的脚下开一个窗，就跪在那里喝水，又望入那安静的鱼的客厅，那儿充满了一种柔和的光，仿佛是透过了一层磨砂玻璃照进去的似的，那细沙的底还跟夏天的时候一样，在那里一个并无波涛而有悠久澄清之感的，像琥珀色一样的黄昏正统治着，和那里的居民的冷静与均衡气质却完全协调。

She is not in the washroom and then stopping, because it is finally his own point of view that he cares about and not hers, and with this firmly in mind, and a light, confident step, such as you might find in the works of Bulwer-Lytton, he enters the space she occupies so prettily and, taking her by the hand, proceeds to tear off the stiff white hospital gown (but no, we cannot have that kind of pornographic merde in this majestic and high-minded sentence, which will probably end up in the Library of Congress)(that was just something that took place inside his consciousness, as he looked at her, and since we know that consciousness is always consciousness of something, she is not entirely without responsibility in the matter) so, then, taking her by the hand, he falls into the stupendous white puree of her abyss, no, I mean rather that he asks her how long it has been since her last visit, and she says a fortnight, and he shudders, and tells her that with a condition like hers (she is an immensely popular soldier, and her troops win all their battles by pretending to be forests, the enemy discovering, at the last moment, that those trees they have eaten their lunch under have eyes and swords)(which reminds me of the performance, in 1845, of Robert-Houdin, called The Fantastic Orange Tree, wherein Robert-Houdin borrowed a lady's handkerchief, rubbed it between his hands and passed it into the center of an egg, after which he passed the egg into the center of a lemon, after which he passed the lemon into the center of an orange, then pressed the orange between his hands, making it smaller and smaller, until only a powder remained, whereupon he asked for a small potted orange tree and sprinkled the powder thereupon, upon which the tree burst into blossom, the blossoms turning into oranges, the oranges turning into butterflies, and the butterflies turning into beautiful young ladies, who then married members of the audience), a condition so damaging to real-time social intercourse of any kind, the best thing she can do is give up, and lay down her arms, and he will lie down in them, and together they will permit themselves a bit of the old slap and tickle, she wearing only her Mr.

然后阻止，因为到最后那是他自己的关心的观点而不是她的，在他的脑子里根深蒂固，他自信地走了一步，这就像你也许会在布尔沃？里顿的作品中看到的一样，他进入兴高采烈地进入她占有的空间，抓住她的手，开始撕开他白色僵直的病号衣（但是我们没有在他冠冕堂皇的充满智慧的语句中发现那种带有色情的废话，那也许会在国会图书馆中绝迹）（在他的意识中有一些东西正在被替代，当他看她的时候，就如我们知道的意识始终是意识，她在这个事情中不是完全没有责任的），所以，然后抓起她的手，他掉进了她深渊的巨大白色水中，不，我想他问她自从她上回来已经多久了，她说有两个星期了，他战栗着告诉她她现在的情况（她是一个非常受欢迎的女兵，她的部队通过埋伏在森林里赢得了所有的战斗，在最后的时刻敌人发现了，那些他们吃掉他们午餐的树有了眼睛和剑）（这使我想起了一八四五年罗伯特？乌丹的演出，叫做《奇幻橘子树》，在其中罗伯特？

She is not in the washroom and then stopping, because it is finally his own point of view that he cares about and not hers, and with this firmly in mind, and a light, confident step, such as you might find in the works of Bulwer-Lytton, he enters the space she occupies so prettily and, taking her by the hand, proceeds to tear off the stiff white hospital gown (but no, we cannot h39e that kind of pornographic merde in this majestic and high-minded sentence, which will probably end up in the Library of Congress)(that was just something that took place inside his consciousness, as he looked at her, and since we know that consciousness is always consciousness of something, she is not entirely without responsibility in the matter) so, then, taking her by the hand, he falls into the stupendous white puree of her abyss, no, I mean rather that he asks her how long it has been since her last visit, and she says a fortnight, and he shudders, and tells her that with a condition like hers (she is an immensely popular soldier, and her troops win all their battles by pretending to be forests, the enemy discovering, at the last moment, that those trees they h39e eaten their lunch under h39e eyes and swords)(which reminds me of the performance, in 1845, of Robert-Houdin, called The Fantastic Orange Tree, wherein Robert-Houdin borrowed a lady's handkerchief, rubbed it between his hands and passed it into the center of an egg, after which he passed the egg into the center of a lemon, after which he passed the lemon into the center of an orange, then pressed the orange between his hands, making it 56aller and 56aller, until only a powder remained, whereupon he asked for a 56all potted orange tree and sprinkled the powder thereupon, upon which the tree burst into blossom, the blossoms turning into oranges, the oranges turning into butterflies, and the butterflies turning into beautiful young ladies, who then married members of the audience), a condition so damaging to real-time social intercourse of any kind, the best thing she can do is give up, and lay down her arms, and he will lie down in them, and together they will permit themselves a bit of the old slap and tickle, she wearing only her Mr.

然后阻止，因为到最后那是他自己的关心的观点而不是她的，在他的脑子里根深蒂固，他自信地走了一步，这就像你也许会在布尔沃？里顿的作品中看到的一样，他进入兴高采烈地进入她占有的空间，抓住她的手，开始撕开他白色僵直的病号衣（但是我们没有在他冠冕堂皇的充满智慧的语句中发现那种带有色情的废话，那也许会在国会图书馆中绝迹）（在他的意识中有一些东西正在被替代，当他看她的时候，就如我们知道的意识始终是意识，她在这个事情中不是完全没有责任的），所以，然后抓起她的手，他掉进了她深渊的巨大白色水中，不，我想他问她自从她上回来已经多久了，她说有两个星期了，他战栗着告诉她她现在的情况（她是一个非常受欢迎的女兵，她的部队通过埋伏在森林里赢得了所有的战斗，在最后的时刻敌人发现了，那些他们吃掉他们午餐的树有了眼睛和剑）（这使我想起了一八四五年罗伯特？乌丹的演出，叫做《奇幻橘子树》，在其中罗伯特？

But as the tracks unfold, the listener feels as though the musical journey is going to many different places, including a soulful stop in "Marrakesh," which includes passages from many of Govi's more exotic stringed instruments, and the "Road to Istanbul," where the oud and steel strings lead and the sitar follows.

这张专辑就像一曲颂歌，是他长期投身东方音乐的结晶，是他在印度居住九年后的第一部作品。然而，在音乐进行下去的时候，听众会感到随着音乐游历在许多各种不同的地点。这张专辑中包括了充满热力的"Marrakesh"，这是Govi将许多外国乐器连串演奏的章节；在"Road to Istanbul"中，起先出现的是五德琴与钢弦的演奏，而后是锡塔琴演奏的曲调。

For I deem that the true disciple of philosophy is likely to be misunderstood by other men; they do not perceive that he is ever pursuing death and dying; and if this is true, why, having had the desire of death all his life long, should he repine at the arrival of that which he has been always pursuing and desiring?

因为我相信探索哲学的人很容易被其他的人误解；他们不认为他是在追寻死亡；如果这是正确的，为什么，在他的一生中充满了对死亡的渴望，却要在最后这一直追求的，渴求的东西来临的时候抱怨呢？

I altered my path to pass his table, at which he immersed himself deep in conversation with the trollop, glancing up as I walked past and giving me a firm, confident smile as if to say 'business meeting.

我决定改变路线刻意经过他的桌子，他跟那个荡妇正沈浸在对话之中，我经过的时候，他擡头看了我一眼，给了我一个果决、充满自信的微笑，似乎在跟我说："纯属公事。"

And when she died," we sat unblinking, for we had been prepared for this,"And when she died, before she died, she stretched out for her dolls, and over the dolls her eyes looked at me---so gratefully.

当她死的时候，就在她停止呼吸之前，她伸展双手要她的玩偶，她抱着玩偶，眼睛看着我——那眼神充满了感激。

Neither the killing of Mr Zarqawi nor any breakthrough on the political front will stop the insurgency and the fratricidal murders in their tracks.

在对危险的南部地区访问时，他斥责什叶派民兵领导人对中央集权的挑衅行为。

In fact,I've got him on the satellite mobile right now.

实际上 我们已接通卫星可视电话了